Tired Of Living In Fiction Novels & Stories

Sikandar affirmed. Aarif scoffed, “So what if the world is destroyed? It never existed in the first place.” “It does exist in a fictional sense,” Sikandar countered, “What’s happening may be fictional but our thoughts and feelings are real.” “Do you hear the words coming out of your mouth? How can something be fictional and real?” “I know how you feel.” “No, you don’t.” “You are confused, angry, scared, hopeless. Everything seems pointless now. Nothing looks worth living for anymore.”

he spilled out. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- A/n I'm mentally drained right now. I’m afraid updates would be slow. Dear readers, I’ve been so into writing that I forgot what it truly means to live. This is why I decided to step out of my comfort zone. Wish me luck!! Don’t forget a tangible review. Thanks!

" That's dumb!" " Creativity was never something to be called dumb. It doesn't have to match reality as it's based on their fictional side. As for fiction, it is actually, a break from reality. Note that it's not easy to get someone out of the real world, to introduce readers, and television audience to another world full of emotions, feeling, and beauty." When " Never think about that way..." He said, then I added. " You never think at all." " How about you re-watch it with e once we go home." He suggests, and I declined his suggestion.

Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters appearing in this work are a work of fiction and only a product of my imagination. Enjoy reading! ------ Did you ever wonder when will be your last day living in this world? What will be the last word you will say to your loved ones, who will be the last person that you will see at your last moment. It's either a doctor or a person who will bring an end to you?

I’d ruin the fun. "I’m not telling her to die" I grumbled "just to get hurt or do something fun." It was unbelievable - he must have been thinking, but the truth was I needed something. I always needed something to get rid of boredom, so I used to joke, jump from plane to plane and throw myself into other people’s minds when I was too tired to exist. Fools who desire eternity - have no idea how tiring it can be. "It’s not my fault" I muttered "in the end it’s always the same and I’m tired of the same."

Just a sentence that arrived uninvited while I was reviewing grant proposals. Two people placed inside a design they did not choose, only to rewrite it. I closed the document in front of me and stared at that sentence in my mind. I had not written fiction in years. I had written essays, proposals, speeches, arguments sharp enough to cut glass. But fiction belonged to a younger version of me, one who believed stories could rescue people from themselves. Now I had lived one. I did not tell Dream immediately. Not because I wanted secrecy, but because I wanted clarity.

/ Luna thought to herself. Luna was not sure when it started to happen, but she no longer found joy in the fictional stories that she used to binge on by sacrificing her sleep. She started feeling more cynical. Plot holes, plot conveniences, overly simplified plot, flat characters, and more, became increasingly glaring to her. Perhaps it was around the time when she started to have the dissociation-like experiences. Perhaps it was when she started to view her life in the same way she viewed those fictional stories. Some people are like the main characters of a story. They are blessed with talents and well-loved by all, sometimes even having a bonus tragic backstory. Some people are clearly c

He had, annoyingly, pinpointed the exact truth of our lives. “We’re not characters in a story anymore, Kai,” I said, my voice softer than I intended. “We’re just… people who live here.” “But that’s the story!” he exclaimed, then lowered his voice, abashed. “That’s the story nobody tells. The ‘happily ever after’ that’s actually just more Tuesday after Tuesday, with better pie. Don’t you think people need to see that? That saving a place isn’t an ending, it’s a door?”

🖱️Jayden🖱️ God, I am so tired of this day. If my life was a book, I swear the author would drag this single day into fifteen chapters minimum. Cliffhanger after cliffhanger. Plot twist every five pages. Emotional damage sprinkled in for flavor. Zero rest. Zero peace. Just vibes and chaos.

So, back to reality. January 5th 2035, I used to like beginnings, meeting new people, trying new things but not anymore. I'm just sick and tired of my pathetic life. I've befriended death so many times but he just keeps rejecting me. Life hasn't been kind either so I don't know, I'm just living in my own world hanging between life and death waiting patiently for one to just embrace me and be good to me. Oh well, seems like that's not gonna happen anytime soon.